Joy and Pain

Poking and prodding
pain pursues,
penetrates, pervades

prickling behind my eyes

to trickle and then teem.

But there
there in the corner
there peeping
under the blind
there peeping
one wee perforation
There lies the show-stopper:
frosty flakes of joy
dancing in the breeze
lifting my heart
with laughter.
My spirit soars,
salsas, skips, and sways
Scales the pain
seeking sanctification
A blessing
touches my soul
putting pain
in a peace-filled place

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